i build the game to follow the rules,
a line a black rectangle,
with white dots figuares,
who design such a figuare?
games of rules,
i just know i want to plan to win,
line all up straight like to view a zig zag moon,
but the moment it ends, another game begins,
but who do we call king?
with money on line every thing is a game to a king,
place the stacks high how this type of figuare sit flat to sight,
it can't be that
simple.
in the rules in life your in it to win it,
or the game will win you,
and i dont even know the rules to dominos.
i just watch from far,
as it all falls down! ! !
one over laping the other, i this perhaps the order?
domino effects are you with it?
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